Title: Profound Descriptions
Prompt: #63: Do Not Disturb
Pairings: Pokeshipping, or Ash/Misty
Rating: T
Warnings: Very suggestive material, not explicit.
Notes: I told you it was going to get worse before it got better. Next, I'm going to start posting my multi-chapter fic (made up of "one-shots" from the 100 Theme Challenge). In between chapters I'll be doing standalone one-shots and drabbles. I'm running out of ideas, so I'd love some kind of challenge or prompts. Thanks and I hope you enjoy.
I only wish I owned Pokemon.
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"I don't even know what I was running for…" – The Catcher in the Rye
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He never understood what he found so magical about her
There was something special between them - a force so powerful it made him quiver when his chocolate eyes met her teal ones. Brock had commented on it once, on a return trip to Sinnoh's Snowpoint City, when they were wrapped in large fleece blankets and sitting before a crackling fire. His exact words had long since been lost to the aspiring Pokémon trainer - but the concept remained imprinted in his mind:
"You seem empty without her, somehow; lost. I remember the glimmer in your eyes, back when your dreams were fresh and your skills naïve. I remember the way she looked at you and the way you looked back, and the way you two were unmanageable but at the same time inseparable.
I gave up hope of seeing you like that again after meeting May… I don't know if I ever will."
But Ash was determined.
He remembered the rushed journey back to his hometown, how he had forgotten to even tell his mother of his return. He could easily recall the way the sprint from Pallet to Cerulean seemed nothing compared to the way standing before the doors of her Gym made his heart pound. He had been so sure, so certain and insistent on proving Brock wrong…
But now he wasn't so confident.
The rest was a blur. Their reuniting, the way his heart spun and sparked like a firecracker, the flames swelling and bursting in Technicolor pops that were dim and conventional in comparison to her smile.
The grin on her face and her arms wrapped tightly round his neck and his fingers in her vibrant hair.
He did not remember what she meant when she tried to remind him later, of the week he spent following her like a lovesick puppy. The burnt, inedible food he had unknowingly scarfed and the magnificent manner in which she commanded her Pokémon and the electric current that passed through his body when his fingers brushed hers.
But what he could remember was the nights after. Their silent escapades that led to swanky hotels, kisses and caresses locked safely behind latched doors and Do Not Disturb signs.
The way the light hit her face as she giggled in an un-Misty-like fashion, framing her swollen, rosy lips, hair hanging loosely around her porcelain cheeks. Her thin digits scraping through his unruly mane of dark hair, his lips latched onto her pulse like a vampire bat.
"Ash?" Brock inquired, bushy eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.
Ash shot back to the present, laughed, and began to deny as he always did, making sure that the small plastic lure he had been rubbing between his fingers was carefully tucked among his inescapable pile of clothing.
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["I guess I just felt like it."]
--Lunamire